As that last bit hits our ears, the camera cuts over to Dean picking the lock on Giles's office with a paperclip. Hee. The boys crawl under the police tape to pull a little Jazz-Hands Flashlight-Fu. They mumble to themselves about the details of Giles's death and vengeful spirits and whatnot until Dean pulls a piece of paper from the printer on the desk. It's covered with the apparent name of one "Dana Shulps" repeated over and over again like so:
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And so on. Dean finds a similar sheet in the fax machine and references The Shining just as Sam's flashlight picks out a suspicious-looking set of finger smears on the top of the late lamented's glass desk. Sam, curiosity piqued, leans forward just as the camera jumps beneath the desk to capture what follows from below: Sam makes an O with his lips and slowly breathes across the desktop from right to left, then sits back and lifts his eyebrows in surprise at the result. Said result being, of course, a few million viewers trying to locate their jaws on the floor after getting an eyeful of how unbelievably alluring Jared Padalecki was during that moment. "Don't forget 'porny,'" counsels Raoul. "'Unbelievably alluring and porny.'" Now, where was I? Oh, yes: Sam, of course, actually noticed nothing in our world, because the people in the television set are not real and cannot tell what we're doing at home. Rather, his eyebrows lifted off in surprise because what oh-so-briefly appeared in the mist from his breath was -- you guessed it -- "DANASHULPS" traced onto the desktop by a person or persons unknown. The boys start ransacking the office for evidence of this Dana woman's existence.
One quick time-lapse cross-fade later, Dean's exhausted all of the paper files, finding "no mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere." Sam, hacking away on the late lamented's computer, glumly notes, "No Dana Shulps has died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." "So, what now?" Dean asks. Sam intends to break into the late lamented's password-protected files, a process that'll chew up the next thirty minutes. "So I guess I just get to hang out?" Dean cheerlessly wonders, dropping himself into a chair. Sam's all, "Whatever, dude," and continues tapping away at the keyboard. Dean, swiftly bored out of his scattered mind, starts making clicking noises with his tongue against his teeth before aggravatingly progressing into a wet buzzing noise. "Dude! Seriously!" Sammy protests. Heh. Dean hops up to head back over to see if The Widow Giles knows anything about Dana Shulps. "Keep goin', Sparky!" he brights, wiggling the flashlight's beam around in Sam's eyes as he goes.